hooked nose as his eyes appeared the two ends of the respiratory system, always ready to release mucus and saliva to the other cronies. Imagine the most difficult geometric shape, any equation can be squeezed, and this is his hair; report, worn, polished by the incongruity and the resulting trauma; a meeting of infernal forms, those hovering around Goya to drown in charcoal. His mouth to mouth seemed jaws, but not aggressive, because their teeth worn and ridiculously small, square and useless, seemed is going to fall after the first bite. No, what really terrified me out of his mouth were those lips, but not fleshy-catching, but full of it, both drowned you look, you sank into tackiness and softness scented (perfume and soft velvet grandmothers burned by cigarettes), I dragged to the depths, to the inmost recesses and impenetrable, those who shudder at the naive medical students in the first autopsy, which cleared them look innocent and were worse, as only they know the surgeons, having seen the real man inside. Let's go down to your neck, but not before passing down his chin, where three black hairs between beautiful solitary camping wrong colored by creams that mimic meat, but do nothing but melt between plaster, giving a texture between cardboard and sticky organic carton the first puff you would vomit. But not everything was going to be monstrous, as the shadow that leave the corners of the two meat-eating snakes form a perfect cone, an hourglass reminds you that time passes, and had already to be a while talking about his neck. His neck is stretched to infinity when they want to poke your eyes Fuck you just leave a dog in the road, or that kid in the crib crying to shock, like a car without a battery. This is his neck, elegant, fit for a lady over his body, but wait, we have not yet reached the bust, this slender torso with two sources (one flowing with milk and honey flowing another), without contentions know rolling in style on the steep mountain of ribs, and say it is noticeable perfectly steep valleys and mountains to the great chain, a straight spine and sublime, worthy of a muse, a nymph, the best whore of a god some decent; in his harem ragweed and continue to enjoy other pleasures and let us finish this description. Marvel not too much of a bust, as a lame arm, and only one, rises halfway up a few inches below where it should be (the supremacy of the neck is obvious) fall without grace or bone, pure mixture of meat or clay is not known very well. It looks like a piece impostor, added a posteriori, and that we start to get a perfect picture of the victim. Therein lies, lying with his head so far back that looks like your neck will crack from one moment to another, with the nostrils, mingling with the eyes, also dark and deep, a look that immerses you into a spiral that not even imagine Fibonacci. Rosa his body lying on the floor of my bathroom tiles. Sent to workers in black tinted cement joints so that contrasted with the white matte, and I can say now that was a great idea, and that over time the tiles, tile style arbitrary shapes, have been separated, leaving see the black as smart and necessary.
The poor fell on a puddle of pee, or maybe the pissed up, I forget.
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